....that my brother James is not the cool, loveable person I once thought he was. My love for him has diminished somewhat through a series of events that happened just this very evening. Now, while I don't want to tarr your image of this "scamp" that we all have grown so fond of, I feel a need, nay, a DUTY to parlay his goings on that led me to think so unkindly of him.

First of all, he had the audacity to be so funny (while laughing at me, I might add) to make me laugh so hard I actually got sick. Not in the "Oh I got sick laughing" way that people who didn't get sick say to try convey just how hard they laughed. I mean in the actual I had to run to the bathroom, hold my hair back and watch my dinner come back out the way it had just gone down about an hour earlier way. So thats reason number one. Projectile Vomit.

Reason number two. In a playful shoving match, he pushed me so hard that I went flying across the grass at the entrance to my apartment block, getting grass stains everywhere and seriously injuring my wrist. And this was an epic fall. This was the kind of fall they show in slow motion in disaster movies or those really cruel "comedies" that make fun of fat people falling and causing an earthquake. It was one of those falls. And it hurt.

Onto reason number three. I slightly, SLIGHTLY, fell asleep during Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Wanna know how he wakes me? Screams in my ear and gives me a heart attack. Then laughs at my disorientation at having been woken up so suddenly.

And as for the final reason of the night. I go downstairs to meet a friend for a minute, have a little natter, hang in her car window and have the neighbours think I'm on the game, the usual craic. I go to come back upstairs to resume watching the movie, blissfully unaware that around the corner, an attacker lurks. An attacker in the shape of my idiot brother. Yet again he scares the crap out of me and gets a few digs for his troubles.

So there, for these and many other torments I'm bound to have to suffer through this weekend at oxegen, I now am less enamoured with my younger brother than I was 24 hours ago.

That enamoured sounds wierd and creepy. I didn't mean it in an incest way. I meant it in a I'm trying to use long words way. Yeah.

Though god knows how long that's gonna last. Was up till all hours with Jan last night looking at festival line-ups, getting far too excited about Faith No More reforming and peed off that I've only now found out that Stars are playing Glasto and its too late to organise a ticket (though, if they're playing Glasto, I could use all my super human wishing skills to have them play Oxegen too... hmmm...). Again I did go to bed, I was too excited to sleep. So now I'm sat here, 12.25 on a monday, bored off me willy (which I don't have. I am not a man) and theres no one to entertain me! I hate this. You guys all suck. You know how bad I am with being on my own. Bad things happen. Wierd things happen. I don't even have any arts and crafts supplies to make things.


Oh oh oh Jan's awake! Screw you suckers!!!

I actually did this on a facebook thing where you've tpo write 25 random things and send it to 25 people but since I spent the best part of an hour doing it and everyones on bebo, I just copied and pasted. I'm a clever techy, me.

1 - I absolutely love doing these things, the whole "list random things about yourself" things. So chances are there'll be nothing new in here that people don't already know...

2 - I've recently taken to wearing wooden jewelry. I watch an awful lot of CSI and Criminal minds. Too much actually. So I've found that whenever I'm on my own (mostly on the trip home from work) horrible things pop into my head and if I don't touch wood pretty darn soon, I start to have a minor panic attack. I'm a slight bit paranoid... so yeah, wooden jewelry means I no longer have to jump off the bus and hug the nearest tree and also means I don't have to get wood tattooed somewhere on my person. Double bonus.

3 - I'm three months away from clearing up my loans with the credit union which means I'm three months away from starting to save for a mortgage. Which in turn means that I'm 3 months away form becoming what society deems as an official adult. I'm still not gonna grow up though.

4 - I'm pretty sure that my refusal to have a boyfriend, even now at the age of 25, means that I'll end up a lonely spinster with nothing but my monkeys (which will hopefully be legal to keep as pets by the time I'm old...er) and the neighbours kids for company. I won't be the wierd old lady on the street that all the kids are scared of, I'll be the cool one that'll kick all they're asses at Soul Calibur 50 and that'll look the other way when they rob smokes out of my purse. Though I'll need to take up smoking for that first.

5 - I have the coolest parents in the whole world. Not in the whole "Oh I love my parents so much, they're the best ever" way. In the whole "they actually ARE the coolest people in the world". Now that Barack Obama is president of America (and by proxy, THE WORLD) he's hot enough to sleep with and make sure that its made official. My parents are cooler than your parents.

6 - Also I have 3 kick ass cool brothers. Actually, make that two. Shane's being relegated seen as how he's fecking off to OZ in feb and leaving me here, one drinking partner down. Not cool dude, not cool. Luke and James still rock though. Actually, James rocks a little too much, getting a bit big for his uber stylish boots.... hmmm...

7 - My fear of knees and joints in general is getting worse. Its not made easier by the fact that Jan feels the need to tell everyone we meet about it which results in people trying to grab my knees/elbows/wrists etc and causing me to jump around and knock things down. Which, since it mostly happens in pubs, results in an awful awful waste of acohol. And this whiole paragraph just made me feel sick.

8 - Ever wanna see me sing karaoke? Give me a glass of wine. Ever wanna get me into bed? Give me 2.

9 - I have given up wine.

10 - Despite what my Daddy thinks, I am not gay. I may have a wife. And a mistress. And a "fondness" for Hilary Duff. But I also have a crippling obsession with Johnny Depp. And a certain lead singer of a certain band. Oh and the dude who works in Spar who looks like Robert Downey Jr. And Robert Downey Jr.

11 - I'm the most competetive person you will ever meet when it comes to games. I'm pretty sure I can kick most peoples asses at most things. But thats also nothing to be proud of.

12 - This list thing has distracted me from eating so now my stomach is screaming for grub. I need to go appease it. Also I'm skipping 13 because its unlucky. Even with my wooden jewelry, I'm not comfortable with it.

14 - The first website I check whenever I log on to the net is always Thegoonies.org. Closely followed by Bebo, but I love the goonies more. Mainly coz I met loads of super cool people who have not once looked at me wierd. This may be because I've never seen any of you guys,